Shame, shame on you and me
Shame for all to see
The deluge of deception
Words, words heard from the shroud
Turn into words we yell out loud
Just looking for attention

We are a capable of such a mess
But God still lives on in godlessness

Real, what is even real
Watch my pencil spill
All that truth on the paper
So sing, sing if you can stand
Stand and clap your hands
One more round for the maker

We are capable of bloom and bliss
God still lives on in godlessness